Book 33. (1 results) Rebels of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 19 | 281 | "Gregory," she View more quotes about cried">cried, "Gregory! Gregory White! Do you not recognize me! I am Margaret! Margaret Wentworth! Do you not remember the office, the firm? We were colleagues on Earth! We came to Gor together! Help me, free me!" But Pertinax had stepped back, that her fingers might not have touched him. |
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Book 33. (7 results) Rebels of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 19 | 278 | "Perhaps," I said. |
| 19 | 279 | Two more slaves presented themselves, each then dismissed. |
| 19 | 280 | Then suddenly a slave rushed to the wooden, polelike bars, and pressed herself against them, as though she might slip through them, or burst them, reaching out, piteously, to Pertinax. |
| 19 | 281 | "Gregory," she cried, "Gregory! Gregory White! Do you not recognize me! I am Margaret! Margaret Wentworth! Do you not remember the office, the firm? We were colleagues on Earth! We came to Gor together! Help me, free me!" But Pertinax had stepped back, that her fingers might not have touched him. |
| 19 | 282 | "We were colleagues," she said. |
| 19 | 283 | "We are both from Earth! See what lamentable fate has befallen me! Why did you not come to see me in the stables at Tarncamp? Why did you not rescue me, and free me! Do you not understand? I have been marked! I am such as may be collared!" Pertinax was silent. |
| 19 | 284 | "Do you not see what has been done to me? Take me out of this terrible place! Take me out of this pen! It is a pen! A pen! Take me out of this pen! It is a pen for slaves, for slaves! Do you not know what is done with us here, what is expected of us, what we must do! Do you not understand the dirt, the filth, the darkness, the long days in the fields, the arduous labors, the digging, the carrying of sacks of dirt on our backs, the being yoked, the carrying buckets of water, the switches of the overseers!" I put my hand on the wrist of the Ashigaru, for I feared he was ready to switch her extended arms and hands, reaching through the bars. |
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"Perhaps," I said.
Two more slaves presented themselves, each then dismissed.
Then suddenly a slave rushed to the wooden, polelike bars, and pressed herself against them, as though she might slip through them, or burst them, reaching out, piteously, to Pertinax.
"Gregory," she cried, "Gregory! Gregory White! Do you not recognize me! I am Margaret! Margaret Wentworth! Do you not remember the office, the firm? We were colleagues on Earth! We came to Gor together! Help me, free me!" But Pertinax had stepped back, that her fingers might not have touched him.
"We were colleagues," she said.
"We are both from Earth! See what lamentable fate has befallen me! Why did you not come to see me in the stables at Tarncamp? Why did you not rescue me, and free me! Do you not understand? I have been marked! I am such as may be collared!" Pertinax was silent.
"Do you not see what has been done to me? Take me out of this terrible place! Take me out of this pen! It is a pen! A pen! Take me out of this pen! It is a pen for slaves, for slaves! Do you not know what is done with us here, what is expected of us, what we must do! Do you not understand the dirt, the filth, the darkness, the long days in the fields, the arduous labors, the digging, the carrying of sacks of dirt on our backs, the being yoked, the carrying buckets of water, the switches of the overseers!" I put my hand on the wrist of the Ashigaru, for I feared he was ready to switch her extended arms and hands, reaching through the bars.
- (Rebels of Gor)